It's absence of memory that lives,
the coldness between my sheets,
the longing for something perfect
and ending with nothing instead.

It's something strange I seek,
a love that can never exist,
a connection with one who I'll never know
and never be worthy of seeing.

If she took my hand tonight,
I would probably deny her the chance.
You seek these things long enough
reality just spoils the dreams.

And if I took her hand tonight,
I'd just be disproving I'm stuck.
I know cheap connection is never fair
and love without truth never lasts.